It’s Bill’s birthday. If he hadn’t died when he did, he’d surely be dead now. And I didn’t really discover him until the morning I read about his death in the newspaper, when I was 16, so that’s a thing.
Birthday week song indulgence; music from the year of my birthday and thereabouts. This is actually from 1966. By the way, I mean really indulgent. I plan to tumbl-about my birthday at my other place as well.